Silent Cry

CH36 - Angel

Gabbie's POV

Weeks had passed after that haphazard date. We remained the same. He is still the sweetest man I've ever laid my eyes on albeit the fact that he was once the scariest person I've known. Every morning he would join me in cooking breakfast, and we will then share the food together. He oftentimes calls me while I'm at school, asking how I am or if I'm done eating lunch. In the evening we would watch some movies of different genres but end up talking about each other's unknown facts. It was like that for almost a month. I should be in my happiest state right now, but no.

On random nights between those weeks, I kept on receiving pictures of Xander and Nicole at that same party. It was multiple shots with barely different postures and it makes me squeeze my heart every time. It unfailingly reminds me of how Xander lied to me just to be with that model. Aside from the kissing, there is also one where Nicole Smith whispered something to him and she looked so giddily. There is no way for that to be a friendly encounter.

I already guessed it. Just the way Xander acted that night, I could tell he is so perturbed. I figured it out that same night also that he is attracted to the celebrity and that they have a thing. But foolish me to slip that out of my mind.

I may be the wife, but I am not loved.

He was so kind to me because he should keep hold of his image as a man good to his wife. There are lots of articles that were released on that date night we had. It became a huge topic online and even how peaceful our bond inside this house is, my name's been noisy in the repugnant society.

"How dare these dimwits! Just how can humans say something like these?!" Leia scowled while scrolling on the internet. We are currently having our break and we decided to relax over a shaded bench. Final exams are on the corner, that was the reason why I kept all my bitterness to myself. I should not make this a huge deal because, in the end, I am always on the losing team. So even how distracted I am while understanding my notes, I remained the mindless student housewife who'll smile at her husband as if everything is fine. My college diploma will be the least I could guerdon to myself. I should never trade it over a fit of stupid jealousy. I am just no one to be so insecure in the first place. But now I admit, I am so jealous and it's killing me.

"Stop reading those comments. It will not cause you good."

"Says the one who's the topic of discussion. Girl, aren't you gonna say anything to them? They're destroying you with false accusations. If I were you, I sued all these people already."

"It'll just complicate things. I'm not so affected by that anyway. It's not even true, to begin with." Yet, needless to say, that's a big fat lie. But sometimes, not being true to oneself can help us get rid of painful truth, right?

"That is why you should take action. All of these are bullshits!" she cursed and was so pissed off. I don't know either why this issue won't die down. It's been almost a month and the headlines still hold my name as 'The Pauper who has cursed the castle a spell.' Gosh! That was so childish that I could only sigh.

"What about your Mr. Perfect husband? Isn't he doing anything about this?" she rolled her eyes, emphasizing the word perfect. That was so scornful of her and I just chortled to it.

"He has no time for that," I defended.

"Or should you say, because he only cares about being shown, Mr. Rich or Mr. Prince. Like duh! All headlines are pretty much the same, giving him the upper hand."

"It's not like that. I doubt he even knows those kinds of immaturities."

We are located at the back of the university canteen and amidst our conversation, I smelled something from the kitchen. And that's disgusting!